[ She'd been mulling over what Geralt had told her, light finally shed on the strange shift within the household that had taken her in and made her one of their own in short order. But the moment Ciri had extended an offer to join her, to leave the city, Rinwell hadn't had to think twice about it.
Last minute or not, evidently experience with time on the road hadn't been forgotten, as she's already packed and ready for inspection by the time the older girl is ready to herd her out the door. Away from the rising city tensions, and away from the ringleader. Hard to miss, even harder to resist dropping a lightning bolt on his head. (But that would only prove his point, wouldn't it?)
But it is a chance to show what she can do, beyond simply keeping house and keeping horse - though the latter is incredibly useful here, too. Ciri shows her how to tether horses in the open, allowing for grazing without risk of escape, staying in reach; tricks for handling tacking up quickly and securing saddlebags. In some respects, Rinwell is her apprentice, and the younger mage is pretty proud of her progress by the time night comes half way into the trip.
Her legs are beginning to feel the saddle soreness, though. No one warned her about that.
There's a soft warble before Hootle flaps slowly and takes up a perch on the log next to Ciri, resettling his feathers once on his seat. Behind them, there's a soft snort - human, not equine. ]
I think most of what's left of the grassland and scrub around here could be classified as that. I'd heard desert things were more inclined to grow in winter, but you'd never know it here.
[ A deeper fire pit is essential, for sure; the risk of flames leaping from the burning pile that trigger a more dangerous blaze is the last thing any of them need. But they are at least prepared if they need to restart the fire: Rinwell very carefully places her burden on the diminished pile the apprentice had started after they'd first stopped for the night.
She runs her thumb over the leather wrapped hilt of the dagger she's inherited, before moving to join Ciri at the fire. ]
All clear, otherwise. The only other tracks I could find around the camp are several days old. If there are any zeugles nearby, they're quite a distance away.
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Last minute or not, evidently experience with time on the road hadn't been forgotten, as she's already packed and ready for inspection by the time the older girl is ready to herd her out the door. Away from the rising city tensions, and away from the ringleader. Hard to miss, even harder to resist dropping a lightning bolt on his head. (But that would only prove his point, wouldn't it?)
But it is a chance to show what she can do, beyond simply keeping house and keeping horse - though the latter is incredibly useful here, too. Ciri shows her how to tether horses in the open, allowing for grazing without risk of escape, staying in reach; tricks for handling tacking up quickly and securing saddlebags. In some respects, Rinwell is her apprentice, and the younger mage is pretty proud of her progress by the time night comes half way into the trip.
Her legs are beginning to feel the saddle soreness, though. No one warned her about that.
There's a soft warble before Hootle flaps slowly and takes up a perch on the log next to Ciri, resettling his feathers once on his seat. Behind them, there's a soft snort - human, not equine. ]
I think most of what's left of the grassland and scrub around here could be classified as that. I'd heard desert things were more inclined to grow in winter, but you'd never know it here.
[ A deeper fire pit is essential, for sure; the risk of flames leaping from the burning pile that trigger a more dangerous blaze is the last thing any of them need. But they are at least prepared if they need to restart the fire: Rinwell very carefully places her burden on the diminished pile the apprentice had started after they'd first stopped for the night.
She runs her thumb over the leather wrapped hilt of the dagger she's inherited, before moving to join Ciri at the fire. ]
All clear, otherwise. The only other tracks I could find around the camp are several days old. If there are any zeugles nearby, they're quite a distance away.